Woodcuts and VersesPrinted at the private Press of Lee Priory; by John Warwick., 1820 - Всего страниц: 116 |
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... GUINEAS . Only One Hundred Copies printed . Shortly will appear Part II . Vol . 11 , of THE SYLVAN WANDERER , which will conclude the Series of the Lee Priory Works Privig Briss 716 10/2 600049541T من 100 cores priti 280. Front Cover.
... GUINEAS . Only One Hundred Copies printed . Shortly will appear Part II . Vol . 11 , of THE SYLVAN WANDERER , which will conclude the Series of the Lee Priory Works Privig Briss 716 10/2 600049541T من 100 cores priti 280. Front Cover.
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... very sincerely , and only in that character introduce them to his Subscribers : and , even then , by no means as claiming kindred with those airy children A of fancy that sometimes appear at the incantations of lyrical.
... very sincerely , and only in that character introduce them to his Subscribers : and , even then , by no means as claiming kindred with those airy children A of fancy that sometimes appear at the incantations of lyrical.
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... appear- ance ; but I have not , like him , a flattering expectation that their harmony and variety of movement will be found such as to entitle them to the praise of trifling with elegance . The embellishments in most books are ...
... appear- ance ; but I have not , like him , a flattering expectation that their harmony and variety of movement will be found such as to entitle them to the praise of trifling with elegance . The embellishments in most books are ...
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... appear in any pro- fession , or among any condition of men . 66 What I have here ventured to say with respect to the poetical advantages of a military life , is of course spoken generally , and not in relation to myself , or to any ...
... appear in any pro- fession , or among any condition of men . 66 What I have here ventured to say with respect to the poetical advantages of a military life , is of course spoken generally , and not in relation to myself , or to any ...
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... appear'd of so lofty a port , As she stood , like Diana , in midst of the Green . O when was more sweet a young blossom transplanted Than Sudeley sent forth in a palace to shine ? O where was the Lady whose beauty enchanted Like the ...
... appear'd of so lofty a port , As she stood , like Diana , in midst of the Green . O when was more sweet a young blossom transplanted Than Sudeley sent forth in a palace to shine ? O where was the Lady whose beauty enchanted Like the ...
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Стр. 131 - How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung : There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! TO MERCY.
Стр. 133 - Ah, what a life were this! how sweet! how lovely! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings that fear their subjects
Стр. 133 - God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day ; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Стр. 133 - When he had better far have stretched his limbs Beside a brook in mossy forest-dell, By sun or moon-light, to the influxes Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements Surrendering his whole spirit, of his song And of his fame forgetful ! so his fame Should share in Nature's immortality, A venerable thing ! and so his song Should make all Nature lovelier, and itself Be loved like Nature...
Стр. 133 - A different lore : we may not thus profane Nature's sweet voices, always full of love And joyance ! 'Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes; As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Стр. 133 - Should share in Nature's immortality, A venerable thing! and so his song Should make all Nature lovelier, and itself Be loved like Nature! But 'twill not be...
Стр. 133 - Careering round, Joy wings his feet, Joy lifts him from the ground! Pointing to such, well might Cornelia say, When the rich casket shone in bright array,
Стр. 133 - And she hath watched Many a nightingale perch giddily On blossomy twig still swinging from the breeze, And to that motion tune his wanton song Like tipsy joy that reels with tossing head.
Стр. 133 - twill not be so; And youths and maidens most poetical, Who lose the deepening twilights of the spring In ball-rooms and hot theatres, they still Full of meek sympathy must heave their sighs O'er Philomela's pity-pleading strains.
Стр. 41 - Culling flowers of rhyme. Fancy's children, ever heedless, Why thus bribe the hours ? Death to prove the trouble needless Withers all your flowers ; Why then bribe the hours ? Like the sand so fast retreating, Thus your hopes shall fall ; Life and fame are just as fleeting ; Poets, flowers, and all...